I guess she was mad, but I don't think I ever had the chance to tell her I love the way I can puncture rain in my veins. Or the way I can swallow happiness wholesome. Her silence made the lambs quiver at night. And the constellation that spread from her thighs to the other, smoothly made anyone lose sight.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
I guess she was mad, but I don't think I ever had the chance to tell her I love the way I can puncture rain in my veins. Or the way I can swallow happiness wholesome. Her silence made the lambs quiver at night. And the constellation that spread from her thighs to the other, smoothly made anyone lose sight.
